MATE SOUL

Will not give up

A few days later, Neta's legs improved. Iban has returned to their home in the village. The condition to not say anything to their parents remains firmly held by him.

With the road somewhat limped because it still feels a little pain, Neta approached Rendra who was neat at the dining table. It was always the man who prepared the food. Nothing can be expected of a tomboy girl who prefers tired work over cooking.

A plate of heart-shaped fried rice, available in front of Neta. Since Iban's arrival home, Rendra's change of attitude has alarmed him. He became so gentle and considerate. Even a smile always emanated on the handsome face of the man. Sometimes Neta instead of happy, even feel amused himself.

"Heart?" ask Neta confused.

"Well, this can definitely increase your appetite" replied Rendra with a smile that was so sincere.

"Ooh, it's normal." Neta started crushing the heart-shaped fried rice with her spoon.

"You are, there is no soft-soft being a girl! At least don't break his heart!!!" Rendra protested with a fairly high tone.

"Yes, if it can't be destroyed, then it can't be eaten too dong??" Neta was no less upset and even more so ruffled the contents of the plate.

"Eat," said Rendra trying to hold back emotions.

They ate in silence, there was a sense of awkwardness between the two. As Iban suggested, it seemed like Rendra should be able to hold back. This girl was always testing her patience.

Maybe right now, he is the one who loves only himself. One day he is convinced that Neta will bow before him. Just imagining it made Rendea happy, until she smiled to herself.

Seeing Rendra's behavior, Neta felt something was wrong. He suspects that Iban may have made Rendra change. Or maybe something happened between them?

'Homo??' The word was in the mind of Neta.

Trying to fight his heart, Neta was acting strangely in front of Rendra. Several times he tried to throw those words away with all his heart.

"My brother's normal, my brother's Iban is normal. He doesn't, which means he has to keep Iban away from him" Neta whispered to herself, staring intently at Rendra.

"Why you?" tanya Rendra was a little afraid to see Neta's gaze.

Neta's mind continues to fluctuate, his mind and logic continue to wrestle. Feeling one of their opinions is the most correct thing.

Worth it, Rendra accepted him to stay in her house so quietly. Although she was a woman, Rendra had never done anything that made her uncomfortable. Is it possible that he is not interested in Neta's body at all?

But he's so good-looking to be someone with a sexual disorder.

"Aargh.... Dizziness!!" neta's scream makes Rendra shocked almost swallow his spoon.

"You sick? Then, you don't have to work today." Rendra made a decision.

"Huh? No, I'm just a little confused. What a..." Before Neta could continue, a woman's voice was heard.

"Sir Rendra!" The voice called so softly.

A young lady, enter the dining room.

The woman looks much more beautiful than Neta, her body is crazy and tall, so it fits perfectly side by side with Rendra rather than the minimalist Neta. Her legs were left open, so everyone knew she had beautiful legs. The short jeans skirt is attached so closely to the rather long black cardigan top.

"Well, any guests?" the woman was shocked to see Rendra not eating alone.

Staring cynically at Neta, as if humbling the girl.

Not caring about it, Neta still enjoyed her breakfast. There was nothing strange about the girl other than being flirtatious and good-natured.

"That's who the hell? Kok cuek bangat, I don't have manners." The woman said spoiled in front of Rendra.

"He's my guest, why are you here so early? Since..."

"Since I cut off our relationship and chose to become an artist you mean?" The woman asserts in front of Neta, that she once put herself as an important person by Rendra's side.

Oh, it's worth the grooming too open. Turns out he's an artist, and Neta doesn't know him at all. This is a less famous artist or Netanya less updated.

This time Neta considers herself a stone, she will not be a bully if the two start a fight, even a physical fight though. Unconcerned.

Rendra was a little annoyed by the explanation of his former lover who was too forthright in front of Neta. For a long time, he tried to move on to relieve the pain that Maya gave, now he returns like the dead and is given life again.

"You, you've chosen your path. Then let me choose my path." cynically Rendra tried to calm down, she did not want to make a bad impression in front of Neta.

Neta finally understood, why Rendra could become sick with abnormalities. Maybe because he was disappointed with the girl. Finally he was desperate, and did not like women anymore. Then he finally chose Iban to be his escape. That's starting to make sense for Neta.

No-no, that can't be allowed. Iban is his beloved brother, as much as possible he will not let Iban fall into the trap of a cursed human like this Rendra.

'But, normally his temperament is bad. Why is it so gentle on a woman?' take Neta's heart.

"Oh, I understand," Neta's reflexes leave Rendra and Maya confused.

"What do you mean?" Rendra's curious.

"Ah, it's nothing. Please solve your problems. Consider me a mosquito repellent, will not interfere," said Neta back.

"I'm back, I miss you, Rendra." Maya gives a caress in Rendra's face which is then immediately pushed aside.

"I'm going to the office. Let's go Neta, let's go." Rendra pulls Neta's hand.

"Aargggh....!!!"

Feeling sick, Rendra's hand was so rough. He forgot that Neta was still injured.

Conscious, Rendra fell silent from feeling guilty. Without saying much she holds Neta back, leaving Maya feeling upset and hurt.

"Rendra put him down! Rendra, quickly put the girl down!!" hardik Maya is burning jealous.

Not caring at all, Rendra took Neta into his car. To which he was puzzled, why was there no rebellion at all from Neta? Usually this girl is more wild, why now like a sweet cat?

'Don't fight Neta, he's gay. And not interested in you. Stabilize your heart, don't embarrass yourself to like an abnormal man.' That's what's on Neta's mind.